Strap On That Jammy Pac

Strap on that there jammy pac
get a grip on your soul
sip on that there family flask,
and i’ll guide you towards the door
she don’t feed me in the mornin’
and i can’t take no more
so strap on that there jammy pac,
and get up off my floor
Strap on that there jammy pac
and slide a double dime my way
dry off your distributor cap,
and hip me to the game you play
she’s jonesin’ for a jammy
with a girl that i call tammy,
so strap on that there jammy pac,
it’s time for you to pay
Strap on that there jammy pac
she hypnotized one dude
stains you like a heart attack
van winkle says “fuck you.”
never made me no supper
a boy like me needs it, too
so strap on that there jammy pac,
it’s time to pay your due